Renfaire Fantasy 2: Feeding the Fire pt 1 (Patreon)

“Ah, hold on,” Brian cautioned Stephanie. “I’ve got dirt in my hair an’ everything.”

“I can—um,” Stephanie’s eyes flicked up and down, checking him over. “Let me wash you. Please.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Brian said. “I’ll just—”

“Please,” Stephanie insisted.

“Rebecca’s got towels in her Suvaru, like, tons of towels,” Emily spoke up. “Towels for emergencies, towels for washing up, towels for every occasion. She’s got like, four different towels stacked up in—”

“I err, I actually think I wound up using them all,” Rebecca sounded embarrassed. “Over the past however many weeks we’ve been out here. There isn’t a laundromat in Tionetta. My one with oil stains is still out in the car, then I have my blue shamrocks one I’ve been using over with my bedroll kit, and then the other two are in the cabin, I was using them for Chloe.”

“A pink one and a tan one,” Christine confirmed. “But, uh—the tan one we barely used. Mostly just the pink one we had for giving me baths. We just had the tan one for my hair.”

“I’ll grab it?” Emily motioned towards the shack.

“Sure, go ahead,” Rebecca nodded her consent. “I’ll clean up Chloe a bit and see if I can shake out her clothes before we all go to bed.”

“Then—I’ll start making trips back and forth with the sleeping bags and stuff,” Kelly offered, starting back down the dark path towards the road.

“I’ll help,” Brian said, trying to shift Stephanie off of his knee so that he could stand.

“No,” Stephanie denied him. “Sit, stay here—p-please.”

“I can help,” Brian tried to read her expression in the warmth of the light from the fire. “Don’t want to have you girls doing everything.”

“You can help… by taking off your shirt,” Stephanie insisted. “Please. I’m going to wipe you clean and then, um. If you can lean back a bit, I can wash your hair. With the jug of water. So you can be cleaned up for snuggling. Okay?”

“Alright,” Brian conceded.

“We’re like, restraining and locking up Chloe again overnight, right?” Emily asked, trying to shoulder open the door to the cabin and failing. “What the fuck. How do you get this open? The knob’s turning.”

“You have to lift it up a bit and shove,” Rebecca explained. “Here—let me get it.”

“I can use this water?” Stephanie asked. “This one by the fire?”

“Of course,” Rebecca said. “Just had that one there for dousing things before I went to sleep, but it’s safe to drink and everything. From the Lyndies—one of our neighbors here just up the road, they have a cabin with a wellwater pump they’ll let me use.”

The other girls went about their business preparing them for the night while Stephanie slipped off of Brian’s leg and then stood between his knees. She was filled with a purpose as she helped him pull his shirt up over his head, and although she couldn’t make out much in the dim firelight her exploring fingertips found dust and grainy dirt had found their way just beneath his collar. Tracing across his broad shoulders and then down the breadth of his bare chest to search the rugged terrain of his abdominals, Stephanie found that he wasn’t in the mood.

She was going to fix that.

It was too disconcerting to feel his turmoil and pain, and the defeat, self doubt, and emotional exhaustion was unsettling. Stephanie didn’t want to just distract him from what was going on by trying to blot over all of the anguish with arousal, she needed to remind him how much she loved him, how fiercely her feelings burned for him, especially now. This was the important time to express her love, and after going through the pretense of brushing off non-existent dirt from his naked upper body Stephanie leaned in and pressed her lips against his shoulder.

“Steph,” Brian sighed. “I don’t know that… well.”

He put his hands on her shoulders as if he might push her away, but when she brought her own hands up overtop to cover his, the push never came. She kissed his skin slowly, ensuring he would feel the soft pressure, and worked the pads of her lips against him. Brian didn’t want to be intimate right now, but Stephanie had things to say to him that there weren’t words for, and the only way she knew how to communicate what she needed him to understand were through small, tender kisses across his chest and then his neck.

Brian… Brian, please. I need you to understand.

There were tears in her eyes, and when Emily arrived to offer her a towel Stephanie stood up again with reluctance.

“Lean back,” Stephanie finally asked, stepping around to stand behind him. “Close your eyes.”

Feeling through the tufts of his soft, downy hair Stephanie discovered that a bunch of dirt had fallen down onto him back when he was in that horrible grave with Chloe, and as gently as she could she combed out what she could. It was intimate serving him like this, and with a somber look accepted Emily’s help with the plastic gallon jug of water—together they carefully poured it from the top of his forehead so that it flowed back into his hairline. A line of water trickled down the side of his head and snaked down his neck, and Emily let Stephanie bear the weight of the jug so that she could dab him with the towel.

“Sorry for uh,” Emily started to apologize in a low voice. “Everything tonight. Me overreacting. I’m. I’m just so fucking mad.”

“I know,” Brian said, sounding exhausted. “Me too.”

“I’m still sorry,” Emily said. “I know it’s not helping. Me being like this. I—”

“Emily, kiss him,” Stephanie said. “Slowly.”

“Don’t know that I’m really feeling sexy times tonight,” Brian warned them with a rueful laugh. “In fact, I kinda just want to—”

“Ssshh,” Stephanie admonished him, guiding more water back through his hair with another pour of the jug. “Emily… kiss him. Please.”

Stepping in closer so that one leg was on either side of his knee, Emily straddled him and went in for a kiss. Droplets of water scattered everywhere as Brian shifted in surprise, and blue hissed against pink for a brief instant as Stephanie ran her fingers through his wet hair, massaging his scalp as best she could with one hand while tipping the gallon jug again with the other.

“Mm—hmMm—” Emily moaned into Brian’s mouth.

Brian rocked back on the log he was sitting on, but with Stephanie behind him and pressing her body up against his naked back there was no danger of him falling. She cupped spilling water in her hand and gently splashed it against the crown of his head, and then guided the sopping water along to reach the nape of his neck. Emily’s lips smacked against Brian’s, the Latina’s splayed fingers were resting against Brian’s jawline, and when finally she released him so that Stephanie could tilt his head the whole way back until he faced the night sky, Stephanie kissed him instead.

“Brian… I love you,” Emily blurted out. “I’m. I’m sorry all of this didn’t go better.”

“Mmh,” Brian broke Stephanie’s kiss. “Not your fault. Not really anyone’s fault, just—”

“It’s my fault,” Christine said in a small voice.

They discovered that Christine was now sitting on the log across the fire from them, now wearing just a faded pair of bra and panties. Rebecca off to the side shook the sweatshirt in her hands as if cracking a matador’s cape, and even in the low light of the fire they could see a cloud of dust hang in the air and hear grains of dirt and sand scatter across the leafy ground. Christine was pale white and a bit too thin, with several of her lower ribs visible.

“May I?” Rebecca asked, gesturing for the jug. “I want to rinse out her hair a bit before bed.”

“Here,” Stephanie passed it over, but she wasn’t able to peel her eyes away from Christine.

Christine was watching them with a distant, haunted look. It was as if she had never realized what good shape Brian was in, or that some part of her had never considered that so many other girls would be so attracted to him. Her anguish was muted, faded somewhat by the imperfect connection to their magic, but all the same it seemed to Stephanie like a dull reflection of the pain and loss she felt from Brian. Despite how pitiful and pathetic Christine appeared right now, the look of longing on the girl’s face made something altogether petty burn bright within Stephanie.

“Emily,” Stephanie said. “Brian’s pants.”

“I, uh,” Brian stilled Emily in his lap. “I think I’m probably fine. Not even really like much all got down my shirt or anything.”

“I know,” Stephanie said, locking eyes with Christine across the fire. “I… want her to watch.”

There was a pregnant pause between them all as they considered her words, and though Stephanie felt herself blushing fiercely, she meant them and she wasn’t going to take those words back. She’d never thought of herself as a vindictive person, but right now there was just a searing pink flame sizzling within her that demanded that satisfaction. She wanted Christine to watch, helpless, as they caressed Brian’s body with kisses and lavished attention upon him. Stephanie wanted Christine to see their hands working Brian’s cock in sensual movement, she needed to prove their lust for him in front of her jealous watching eyes.

“Umm,” Rebecca cleared her throat in embarrassment, giving the sweatshirt another few tiny shakes. “If—”

“Emily; Brian’s pants,” Stephanie managed to make her voice more firm this time. “Please.”

She took the towel that had been resting across Brian’s shoulder and dampened it with the water they had spilled across his skin. The embarrassment she felt at admitting her heart’s desire was like a breath of fresh air to the fire of spite she felt deep inside. It was a new feeling, and one all her own, and the urge to feed this feeling that had risen up out of her subconscious was in this moment irresistible. Emily gave her a look of surprise and a sheepish grin as she unbuttoned Brian’s pants. When Brian turned his head back to give Stephanie a questioning look, Stephanie began to carefully clean his face with the towel, using the wet cloth to wipe across his lovely brow and dab over his closed eyes and then the handsome contours of his nose.

The shocked silence made the night air of the forest so still that the sound of Brian’s zipper slowly being pulled down seemed to carry the whole way across the clearing, and Stephanie watched Christine stare transfixed at the sight.

“You, uh,” Brian finally spoke up. “You don’t have to do this.”

“I can—should I—?” Rebecca let out a nervous laugh. “Should I go?”

“Pull him out,” Stephanie felt a rush of excitement. “Emily—pull it out. I want her to see it.”

“Brian?” Emily asked for his permission, biting her lip.

“I-I want her to watch,” Stephanie said again. “Please?”

“I—” Christine looked torn with indecision. “Yeah. I should see. I… deserve it.”

“She deserves it,” Stephanie leapt on the girl’s words with enthusiasm. “Basically. It will help. I, uh. Sorry, Brian. I just—I just, I really want her to watch. We need to show her. Is that, um, is me saying that mean?”

“I want to,” Emily told him. “Can we?”

“Please?” Stephanie pleaded.

/// Meanwhile Kelly, dropping the sleeping bags and Stephanie's carry bag at the top of the hill: "Oi, oi!"